Most people had to grow into their ears.  I, on the other hand, had to grow into my teeth.  I grew up thinking my name was “fpptt fpttt” because everyone who was anyone always tucked their lower lip snugly under their two front teeth while making silly rabbit sounds whenever they addressed me.  Bugs Bunny was my hero, so I didn’t mind that much.  Well, O.K. after about 12 years it started to get a little old, so I learned how to hold my jaw just right so that my teeth didn’t bump into everything in front of me.

They say childhood is bliss.  I say childhood is the reason psychiatrists drive shiny new BMW’s.  It is really too bad children aren’t born with an owner’s manual including specific oil changing directions.  Somehow anti-freeze was mistakenly poured into my carburetor and I’ve been misfiring ever since.  Have I dealt with it all?  Of course - and I must admit, sometimes I even like my little quirks.  After all, wasn’t your favorite car the one you had to kick the left rear tire three times and touch the steering wheel with your right pinky toe while saying three “hail AMC Hornets painted green” before she would fire up in the morning?